The rain was continuous, cold and cold like freezing points bombarding down from the sky, with a buzzing thunder roar, giving people a very breathing feeling, Qingyang hid in the tree hole, his eyes looked at the misty sky helplessly.

"It looks like it's going to rain all night. Qingyang sighed faintly, fortunately his dry food and books were not wet by the rain, and now in this tree hole, he can barely avoid the rain.

Looking at the gray patch outside the tree hole, Qingyang felt a little emotional, and such a poem came to his mind: "Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain." ”

"What is this?" Qingyang stood in the tree hole in a daze, his eyes looked out with some astonishment, and in the misty mist, there was a trace of something strange at this moment, like the fangs of a beast full of darkness.

Suddenly, the cold wind blew, as if blowing the slightest mist, making De Qingyang's vision change slightly again, and at this moment, in the mist, a suspended mountain range actually slowly appeared.

The mountain range is solemn and huge, majestic, like a behemoth shrouded in this mist, so that Qingyang's eyes widened, but for some reason, looking at this mountain range, Qingyang has a faint sense of familiarity, this mountain range is full of fairy energy, with a long ladder to the sky, straight to the top of the mountain, there, faintly there is a loud voice coming, the momentum is like a dragon and a tiger, giving people a feeling of stuffiness in the chest.

"Zi Bu is silent, but what is going on with this faintly visible mountain range now?" Qingyang was calm, and his heart was a little shaken, but he had heard the old man talk about those strange things over the years, so he was not too flustered now.

"It's cold."

Since the rain was heavier, Qingyang didn't have the idea of going outside, so he sat down slowly and took out the fire fold in the book basket. I found some broken wood and weeds in the tree hole and piled them together, and I was about to light a fire to warm up, but it seemed that these broken wood and weeds were too damp and couldn't even catch fire, so Qingyang had no choice but to give up, took a piece of clothing and covered himself, and even leaned against the tree wall, his eyes were projected outside the tree hole again.

The majestic mountains, the long ladder that leads to the sky, and the faint sound of sound. Floating slowly in this mist and rain, there is a very strange and cold feeling.

"What's wrong with it? Is it because I'm hallucinating, or is it weird here, something really weird?" Qingyang's eyes were a little foggy, and he actually felt like his eyes were sleepy when he looked at it.

The rain was howling. I don't know how long it rained, accompanied by the crisp sound of rain. In the mist. Qingyang's eyes became a little dim, and gradually Qingyang's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and soon he fell asleep against the tree wall.

Dreams are like life, and life is like dreams, the only way to fall into a dream. It's to fall asleep.

I know how many flowers fall in my dreams, and I am like smoke outside my dreams.

And at this moment, in the fog of the tree hole, the majestic mountain suddenly shook. Even though it slowly disappeared, and faintly in this rain and fog, two concave and convex shadows slowly appeared.

"Senior Sister Chihiro, why do you want to perform illusions on this scholar?" A delicate and crisp voice slowly came out of the mouth of one of the girls, her long hair reached her waist, she couldn't see clearly in the rain and mist, and the majestic rain was pouring down, but it couldn't touch the two figures at all, as if they were isolated by a shield on their bodies.

"The life of a mortal is short, looking at the appearance of this scholar, he may go to Beijing to catch the exam. If he hadn't set up an illusion here, I'm afraid he would have been eaten raw by the jungle demons and monsters at this moment. Another young woman said lightly when she heard this, but her voice was full of very moving charm.

The woman's gaze fell on Qingyang's curled up body with some confusion, and the latter's delicate face made the woman's heart tremble slightly, how could this person be so familiar?

"Giggles, with Senior Sister Qianxun, your cultivation in the Belt Realm, it is natural to solve the evil demons and monsters in this forest, and today is also considered good luck for this kid. The girl's tone was full of admiration, and she smiled at the woman.

"Well, I'm afraid that this rain won't stop for a while, so let's continue to move forward, so as not to delay the trip. This time I went to Kyoto, but I wanted to meet this mortal supreme, the Emperor of Yanguo. The woman who was called Chihiro said coldly, and she didn't make any waves because of the girl's words.

"Yes, Senior Sister. When the girl heard this, she also returned again and again, and then she turned into a rainbow of light and disappeared in place.

And the cold woman took a deep look at Qingyang, as if she wanted to keep Qingyang's appearance in her heart, the more she looked, the more doubts in her eyes became, why did this scholar in front of her give her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and it was that kind of familiarity that could not be forgotten.

"Senior sister, let's go. The girl's voice drifted slowly from not far away, and it was very beautiful.

Hearing that the cold woman was about to leave, but in the moment before she left, she hesitated slightly, looked at the body that was a little cold and shivering, and a trace of unbearability flashed in her beautiful eyes, and then the jade hand waved lightly, and a faint royal aura swept through like the wind, and the pile of weeds and broken trees burned with a bang, and the firelight instantly dispelled the cold in the tree hole, reflecting Qingyang's delicate eyebrows.

With a soft sigh, the woman's delicate body shook and disappeared into the misty rain and mist.

If Qingyang was awake at the moment, then he would definitely be shocked, this is the legendary king cultivator who can go to heaven and earth!

The rain was getting heavier, the fog outside the cave was thicker, and the illusion was long gone.

The firelight is burning in the tree hole, the slight firelight is swaying in the cold wind, and it looks like a leaf boat in the rainstorm from a distance, as if it can be subverted by a light touch, and this leaf boat is in the shaking rainstorm, slowly going away, far away, until the end of the dream.

In the dream, Qingyang continued the previous dream, at this moment, he was standing in the ring of the martial arts conference, and a high-spirited sword was across the back of his senior brother Wan Jun's neck, at this moment, as long as he was willing, he could end Wan Jun's life with a sword.

"A and B battle, Party B wins!" Elder Sima announced the result, Qingyang won, which made Qingyang a little excited in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Zhan Luo Shui Liu Qianhiro, this battle was very difficult, Qingyang's hole cards were exhausted, and finally used the pupil evil eye to reverse the situation, but this trick also made De Liu feel very guilty, and let De Liu Qianxun plant a love seed in his heart, if it were not for the love seed, he would not be able to save Liu Qianxun.

After that, Qingyang's mood was extremely heavy, and his heart was like a flat boat swaying in the wind and rain, swaying and restless

The flames in the tree hole gradually burned out, and Qingyang was sleeping very sweetly at the moment, but the corners of his mouth were occasionally muttering.

"Chihiro-sensara, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"

"Chihiro-san"

If the two women hadn't left at this moment, they would probably have been surprised when they heard Qingyang's dreams now.

However, life is full of a lot of drama, and they are destined not to hear it.

Qingyang's dream of cultivating the king is like another life, in that life, he has a different love and hatred, and his dream is to step to the peak of this royal cultivation and become a strong man who can control his own destiny.

In the end, whether the king of cultivation is a dream, or whether the scholar is a dream, Qingyang doesn't know, maybe there is not much difference between dream and reality, it's just a difference in form.

The smoke and rain on the building are no more, the dream continues as yesterday, how long will this dream continue (to be continued......

PS: Tomorrow's high math exam, I feel so dangerous, I don't know the bottom of my heart, and I have to stay up late tonight to read the questions. This chapter is so tiring to write, hey, I'll go review it.